WPC: Fakeless faces

Some posted already, some new, some human, some animal, some artistic.

Photo: a © signature mmm production

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Face

Catpotting in Roma. Photo: a © signature mmm production

WPC: Bouncing or bound boundaries?

Boundaries, limits, borders. Let’s see.

1. I have never felt to have sufficient boundaries. And look at me now. Who said that if a frog had wings, where the end of it would be? I’ve always felt that nobody has gotten to my wings yet. And still I refuse to fly.

2. Unlike having boundaries imposed, which I view as something external, I draw my own limits most gladly and often. I tend to speak up if I have a problem and not suffer in silence. Masochism may be a drug of the nation, but I have moved. To hedonism. Which brings us to:

3. Borders used to be much more defined, back in the days of smuggling Brooklyn chewing gum, fancy pencil rubbers and alluring deodorants. When you get to the Slovenian-Italian border now, there is nothing there except a wave of nostalgia.

4. This blog has a photo posting limit. I’m closing in on it. Not quite clear what to do.

5. My days have time limit and I have acquired too many excellent and prolific bloggers to follow. I’m terribly behind you all and it’s accumulating. It’s breaking my heart a little but I WILL make up for my slacking and come abreast. The same goes for my favourite writer and her instalment novel.

6. Where exactly is the division between a photographer and someone who takes photos? Or a writer and someone who writes? In the second case I came to observe that it might be the moment when one lets out one’s characters to play rather than having the stage just for oneself. The case of photographer is trickier. Is it when one sells the first photograph? This I did only a few times and only together with articles for magazines a long time ago. As for my characters? They are still bound. (As in: taxi drivers know their streets, whereas drivers of taxis use GPS.)

7. In the case below, the scaffolding has provided just the right inter-species boundary. And yet they caught the same kind of sleepy. (I remembered just in time that this is a photo challenge.)

≈ Manja Maksimovič ≈

Photo: MM

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Boundaries.”

SL-WEEK 12: Beasts of South Tuscany

To set the scene. A murky day between Roma and home, more precisely in Tarquinia (which is technically not in Tuscany any more but in Lazio). Summer is gone, just a sole surfer remains. We stroll around and come upon a bridge with a canal under it. There is a rock that I wish to photograph. And then…

And this is a close-up of this bestia taken at another time in Orbetello lagoon. It is a nutria. Check out the orange teeth.

I was thinking and I believe you need some nice horsies right now, to balance it out, yeah?

Welcome to South Tuscany. And we haven’t even gotten to the boar! Even though, truth be told, the only boar I have seen so far was chased by a hunter and two dogs towards the beach.

My dog and I really really hate hunters. Yesterday he heard them outside in the early morning and ended up hiding in the pantry next to our yellow R2-D2 lookalike vacuum machine that used to be his enemy. And still he preferred snuggling with it to the sinister gunshots outside. Less deadly for sure.

The sight of nutria still won’t go away, will it. Have some kitty cats. Last resort.

Photo: MM

For Sylvain Landry’s SL-WEEK 12: Animal challenge

Spring sprang – bring brang

Have you ever wondered why is it correct to say “spring sprang” but not “bring brang”? Remember how they make you drill the irregular verbs when you study English? That’s why. So that you won’t give silly, guitar-sounding university exam answers. And then you still do. Brought to you by one prima Vera that has sprung meanwhile. Happy first spring day.

Photo: MM